Luyện nghe bài hát The Cult Of Ray

What is to say, still I can't be silent
the cult of Ray
And you'll be
People, no fun

I saw speak one time, he said, "Hello"
And as he up my mind, [Incomprehensible] so fried and battered
I heard his so very fine, so high above
This constant dripping

Young sharks on the scrapple
And upstarts on your Adam's
And you can't yourself in all this babble
And are you role strain

rock into metal
Melting rock into
Melting rock into again

Melting rock metal
Melting rock metal
Melting rock metal again

In a dark place, in the sky
Is an old man in a can
And he's waiting in the old
In the deep sky, leaning
leaning, he's leaning
He's leaning, leaning

the cult of Ray
Fear the boy as
have a way when their mood is violent
People, no fun

I have a in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind, wait, it does not
And this rock is turning sand while we are drowning
in our own shatter

You can't eat dirt it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in Turkish coffee
And I can't smile I got me a mouthful
And I've been grinding grain

rock into metal
Melting rock metal
Melting rock into metal

In a dark in the deep water
Is an old man in a can
And waiting in the old rain